episode_0006

The sun is fair.

It rises in the sky and shines the same light on everyone.

Also on the face of a worker who goes to work hard today.

To the butterflies that flutter and fly around in search of flowers.

And to me, who was sprawled out on the bench, unable to sober up.

The warm sunlight gradually stimulates my consciousness.

In response, everything slowly begins to become lighter. Eyelids. Head. Body. Arms. Legs.

I forcefully open my eyes, rubbing them as they start to close again. Then I stretch my stiff body.

I began to gather my wistful mind and figure out where I was.

….

weird.

It’s too quiet.

There is no one passing by.

I tried to ignore the slight discomfort that was enveloping my body as I checked my current physical condition.

‘Fuck… my head hurts…’

It feels like my head has been stabbed with an awl, sharp and prickly.

My body ached as if I was bruised here and there, and my limbs were starting to feel a little pain.

Then, as memories of yesterday began to come to mind, I remembered drinking without thinking.

Crazy guy.

I’m a real crazy bastard

I bought some snacks and drank alcohol without thinking.

As if to support this, five empty bottles of soju were already rolling around randomly at my feet.

no.

There are six bottles in my hand.

‘I’ll wear it moderately…’

Where is the main character who opened 5 bottles of soju and drank 6 bottles in a row?

Here it is, fucking hell.

I wonder if anyone is watching, so I quickly forcefully throw the five soju bottles at my feet into the trash can.

Although my hands were slowly soaked with the pungent, musty alcohol, my priority was to erase my shame.

Then, I heard the sound of old people slowly leaking out through the slightly open window of a building a little distance away.

Even though it was a distance away, the content was very clear as to how loudly he was scolding others.

– Where have you been? Being a research student is a race against time, so why are you so late?

– If you come an hour early to study, you’ll save a day. Where the hell are you coming from?

– So you’re going to get a degree? Quickly organize and report on the research I asked you to do last night.

student.

In this era where even graduate students are protected by law, they are the only pitiful beings who are not protected.

At the same time, even if injured, it is treated as property damage rather than casualty.

Each person who becomes a research student has their own reasons.

Master’s degree. Professor. Job preparation. Escape

But, putting aside all these various reasons, there is one thing that applies to everyone.

Not treated as a human being.

He is a slave.

no.

Worse than a slave.

But the slave was still given food.

I send my condolences to that poor being who is ignored even by the Labor Standards Act.

At the same time, it fosters a hatred for that damn professor who keeps yelling at you.

‘Stop talking nonsense, you damn professor. It gives me a headache.’

But the hatred grew and then subsided in an instant.

No wonder, when I took out my phone and checked the date and time, different emotions filled my mind in an instant. Surprise. Amazement. Doubt. Denial. Desperation.

There were numbers that should never be shown on the phone and reminder messages marked on the calendar.

– 09:45 AM

– Notification: Academy D-Day

– First class start time: 9:00

– Absent notifications (13 cases)

It’s done.

***

I guess it’s fucked up.

That is the conclusion I have reached after careful consideration.

I’m fucked.

The academy’s dormitory adaptation period is one week.

Instead, you will go straight into class with an orientation from the first day.

But more than half of the first class has already passed.

It’s done. Really.

The world is originally a place where you have to live in moderation.

The ambiguous middle ground, neither too noticeable nor too ignored, is the true royal road.

But now that I look at it, Joongdo was making a fuss trying to escape the Maginot Line of academy life.

It was messed up from the start.

‘Actually, it started going wrong in the mental hospital, damn it.’

I ran towards the classroom, chewing over my hatred for that fucking b*tch.

One thing that was fortunate was that I had figured out the location of the classroom before I went to the library.

He strides up the stairs without even glancing at the elevator.

One rough breath, two footsteps.

Climb the stairs diligently and without stopping.

As soon as I reached the 5th floor without taking a breath, I opened the back door of the classroom that I saw and went in.

As quietly and secretly as possible.

– Boom!

But the back door opened with an unusually loud noise. Was it because I couldn’t control my body as it accelerated? Or was it because I was just unlucky that day?

What was certain was that in an instant, a heavy silence took hold in the classroom and everyone’s eyes began to turn to me.

“……Sorry I’m late.”

I greeted him carefully, keeping an eye on his mood.

At the same time, I am reconsidering my miserable state again.

A messy head of hair. Half-torn jeans. A black long-sleeved T-shirt rumpled here and there. Bloodshot, swollen eyes. A strong smell of alcohol on his breath.

The conclusion reached is one.

okay.

Even if I’m dragged out as a homeless person, I’ll still do it!

Even I look at him and he’s homeless!

Anyway, I gave up on sneaking in a long time ago.

The moment I let out a sigh and was about to step into the classroom.

An older female professor with black hair who had stopped lecturing looked at me and spoke softly.

“Student? All of our gold level students and above have completed attendance. Who are you?”

??????

Something went wrong.

That too, badly.

“You’re not a research student… I guess. Judging from the color of the student ID on your necklace, you don’t seem to be at this level.”

Hearing that, I was surprised and went back out the door to check the classroom nameplate.

Grade 1. Gold border.

‘Oh, that was only for the Gol-tak-ee.’

He quietly closed the door as if nothing had happened.

As soon as I heard the small sound of the door meeting the door leaf, I quickly ran out to find Attak’s classroom.

It seemed like someone was calling me, but I ignored it.

What the fuck.

***

At the very end of the hallway.

A place where not even sunlight can reach properly and where it feels like it smells musty.

This was the location of the iron grade classroom.

It wasn’t just the location of the classroom that was disastrous.

A rusted first-year nameplate. It was crooked and not even in its proper place.

The paint on the walls was almost peeling off, and there was mold growing in every corner.

The environment is so discriminatory and poor compared to the gold level classroom.

It’s just a mess.

The life of the lives is also precious, chewy.

Of course, even if Attak complains, it won’t have much effect.

Ultimately, the alpha and omega of the hunter ecosystem is ‘Gnimti (so what about Nim Tier?)’.

If you want, just bring a knife and come.

Anyway, I came to class. This time I didn’t get caught.

I open the back door delicately, as if I were handling a piece of glass.

The front door opened so quietly.

It was bullshit.

‘Why are the front and back doors opposite each other, you motherfuckers.’

Another silence.

But I had already been through it, so there was no need to be shocked.

So, let’s confidently step into the classroom.

And then what came into my sight was a bald professor who was glaring at me, clearly showing his discomfort at the interruption of the lecture.

“It’s a little late.”

“Why are you so confident?”

The professor growls.

But in times like these, you shouldn’t be scared.

“Oh, it’s already late. What can I do? Sorry for being late.”

“Okay. Let’s say it’s late. What’s that on your wrist?”

“?….”

After hearing that, I checked the plastic bag hanging from my wrist.

Four bottles of soju left over from yesterday’s accident, and two snacks I bought as a side dish.

Lastly, one cup of ramen and one wooden chopstick.

…Fuck.

“Explain what it is, student.

“……Here are the supplies.”

“Why the fuck is that a requirement! In the classroom!! Why!!! Bringing alcohol!!!!”

Academy students may bring their own personal weapons into the classroom.

But what I brought just now won’t work. Of course.

Because it’s alcohol.

The professor’s anger increased in proportion to the number of exclamation marks.

As if to show his anger, a vein bulged out on the professor’s forehead.

The professor begins to speak, gritting his teeth.

“Preparations…preparations…alright.”

“Isn’t it good?”

My words added another vein to the professor’s forehead.

“I have a suggestion.”

“I’ll just go in.”

“Shut up and listen!!”

Now even the professor’s face is turning red.

I don’t know who Oni is.

“If you subdue me, I’ll make sure you don’t have to be late today-”

– Clang!

Before he could continue speaking, he threw a bottle of soju at the professor’s head.

However, because he is bald, his head is strong and even if a soju bottle breaks, it is fine.

“What the hell are you doing!!!”

“Subjugation.”

“Not now, fucking hell!!!!”

The professor was so excited that he started jumping around in place like a child.

Yeah, it’s important to stay childlike.

It was a nice sight.

The professor’s suggestion was this:

I will subdue myself.

The reward for this was a rather radical proposal: exemption from tardiness and toleration of mischief in all classes that day.

However, he told me not to blame him even if I got seriously hurt in the process. It was an unspoken threat that he would not let me go in good health.

Finally, there was the professor who gave me a kind of handicap by telling me not to use any abilities.

“Is it okay if I get beat up like crazy?”

“With what confidence can you talk like that?”

If there is a reason for confidence, there is something very obvious.

“I don’t think I’d lose to a creature without legs.”

“What are you talking about? I have two good legs?”

A professor who doesn’t seem to understand.

I felt the need to emphasize this.

“Two feet.”

“……This really won’t end well. You’ll probably break an arm or a leg.”

I thought as I looked at the bald professor who was growling more fiercely than before.

That’s one of two common types.

Either you are acting in a way that is not in line with your abilities, or you are sufficiently skilled.

In this case, it is the latter.

Otherwise, there would be no reason to declare that you will not use your abilities.

I stared blankly at the other person and slowly organized my thoughts.

Weight class. Bigger than me. Dangerous from the front.

Strength. Not sure. Possibly similar or even more powerful than me.

Stamina. I’m better, but it probably won’t matter much since it’ll probably be a one-shot fight.

Hair. The professor is a wasteland. My head is a forest.

Because of the last condition, it was worth winning.

Bare hand to bare hand.

In the end, we prepare to gain even a little bit of an advantage here.

Open a bottle of soju.

And then pour it straight into your stomach.

The only thing that’s really gone into my stomach since last night is alcohol.

I feel like I’m going to fall behind.

It’s done.

I force myself to suppress the nausea that is rising.

As I endured the strong smell of alcohol on my nose and mouth, the professor looked at me as if he was looking at me like I was crazy and asked me.

“…….What are you doing?”

“Ugh….Get your weapons ready.”

“But was there a reason you had to drink it?”

“If you are mentally or physically weak, the punishment will be reduced.”

“…Ha…Get ready quickly.”

Sighing, the professor covered his eyes with his palms.

It was an opportunity.

I put my hand into the plastic bag when the professor wasn’t looking.

He picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks, split them in two, broke them sharply, and hid each chopstick in his wrist.

“Are you ready?”

“Just a moment.”

As the professor urged me, I took out all the items that were in the plastic bag.

He puts only one empty bottle into the bag and hits it on the floor.

The broken soju bottle is a versatile weapon that has been completed in this way.

The professor, who had been watching the whole scene, asked with a puzzled look.

“Aren’t you going to throw it away this time?”

“Why are you throwing that away so uncivilized while making it? Are you sick?”

“Why was that kid throwing and making a fuss just now!!!”

“That was a suppression.”

“AAAHHHH!!!! What the fuck, seriously!!!!!”

This time, it was the professor who kept talking nonsense even though he didn’t even hit me in the head.

But how much of a mess must one have to make to make such a fuss?

I decided to understand it to some extent.

Anyway, it’s time to get started.